Dude just looked poor, not “cool-poor,” not “the virtuous ascetic aesthetic of poverty as novelty-poor,” or “alluding to my material transcendence-poor,” but that un-manicured, “maybe he’s homeless-poor,” without any abstract semiotics going on: the disruptive, inconvenient, buzz-kill kind of poor. On top of that, he was friendly; so he was obviously “scaring” people. Luckily, before approaching his mortified audience in the checkout line he whipped out a cell-phone, a smart one nonetheless, and his pileus was silently applauded by a collective internal sigh of relief, and of course, everything was “cool.” Read at...

What if Earth was pollinated with cyanobacteria by aliens to instigate the evolution of sentient aerobic metabolized life? Or humans are hybrids of cavemen and space aliens? Pollinated or interbred by extraterrestrials from a withering planet, aware of their own extinction or just in need of some Sumerian mining labor, as a last-ditch or bonus effort to preserve or propagate our-style-consciousness. Like, consciousness is not contingent on the human body or experience, but it just occupies beings, like a collective sentient amoeba able to mirror itself through individualized life-forms, and has some sort of post-biological imperative to maintain a funky vessel, using its sentience to pave the road while driving: a multifaceted, Groovy Absolute, cruising its milkiest ways, a mirror-balled savant with a knack for Intelligent Design. Read at...